Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Me or Hate Me, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Tha Carter III, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Love Me or Hate Me |
I’ve been through it all, |
the fails, the falls. |
I’m like niagra |
but I got right back up like Viagra. |
I am agriculture. |
Swagger so mean, it might insult you. |
Ha, I’m like an ultra vulture. |
I fuck around and catapult ya. |
Torch ya, thought ya parents taught ya. |
You guys is chocha, I’m gone. |
Buenos Noches. |
Flow, scorch ya. |
And I don’t even write. |
No, author. |
So, harder. |
So, smarter. |
All about a dollar, |
like 4, quarters. |
Oh, father. |
Will tonight be my last? |
And if so, make sure my kids see my cash, |
and I know, I’m silent like an elbow cast. |
And my future will be better than my past. |
Weezy! |
You could love me or hate me, |
I swear it won’t make me or break me. |
I’m goin where ever the money take me, |
until they funeral and wake me, and don’t wake me. |
Cause I’m sleepin', I’m dreamin', |
I know that there’s a better way cause I’ve seen it, lord, |
but this faster money is so convenient. |
And I need it, say I need it. |
I spit movies like a VCR. |
I spit rounds like the Tiki bar. |
And if I got beef, I’m the meat cleav-AR. |
And I are, the illest n****r Martin Luther King died for, |
and I write for. |
Holly Grove one seven Eagle street, |
and I’m higher than the eagle’s feet, |
but I believe in me. |
Apple is the car street. |
I am just an offspring. |
Born in the ghetto, that’s why I can’t let go. |
One call will have my dawgs on ya like an echo. |
Baby, I am the real deal, no pickle. |
Spit sickle-cell psycho. |
I go, off like a mutha-f***** rifle. |
And I’m from the underground baby like a pipe mole. |
And I will stand tall like light poles until the light blows. |
You could love me or hate me, |
I swear it won’t make me or break me. |
I’m goin where ever the money take me, |
until they funeral and wake me, and don’t wake me. |
Cause I’m sleepin', I’m dreamin', |
See I’m just hustlin', livin what I believe in dawg, |
and it’s a problem when our homies not eatin', |
And I’m greedy, I’m greedy. |
Share my blood, feed my family, |
my flow will have to plead insanity. |
So sick, I need grey’s anatomy. |
Acid, like a bust-open battery. |
I’m cool like LA nights, |
I’m tight like balet tights. |
Ay Juelz, I swear the other day I pissed Crystal. |
These bitches tryna kick it like Jun Tao. |
I gotta watch my head in a battle, |
I’m just tryna stay ahead of my shadow. |
And I’m floatin like a boat and a paddle. |
Alligators and rattlesnakes, |
but I promised I would take a n****r off like a Saturday. |
Got money to validate. |
I’m icy like carrot cake. |
Different color diamonds make me look like a salad plate. |
I’m straight out the alley way, |
it’s the n****r you daddy hate. |
Weezy F baby, great! |
I know they love me, they hate me, |
But I’m a G, it won’t make me or break me. |
And you could find me where ever the money place me, |
until you ridin’to the late me, and don’t wake me. |
Cause I’m sleepin', I’m dreamin', |
And me and my lord got an agreement, y’all. |
And so I thank him every day for my acheivements. |
And I’m Weezy, I’m Weezy. |